“Ian,” she called in a breathless whisper.
He quivered as she uttered his name with such passion.
She felt so tight as her moist walls squeezed his cock. He filled her completely. Ian pumped his hardness into her softness. Her pussy stretched with his thrusts as she took all he had to give. Her breasts bounced and rubbed against his chest as he drove into her. Her desperate whimpers and mewls of pleasure goaded him to thrust harder, faster. He pounded his cock into her as he breathed in short gasps between groans.
As he drove into her, the wet walls stretched around his erection, then clenched down tight. Expanding. Contracting. Massaging his cock as he pumped her fiery center. She drove him mad.
He thrashed harder and deeper into her. She arched her hips, rocking back and forth, meeting his thrusts. She sucked in quick breaths. Ian’s heart pounded in a rhythm as wild and fast as his hammering thrusts. Ragged groans tore from his lips.
The more she took, the more he had to give. With powerful, hard jabs he plunged his sex, as hard and deep as any man could, to the very end of her pussy. She cried out and shuddered beneath him. A tormented expression of deep pleasure-pain crossed her face as he burst inside her. She gasped, arched and writhed. His entire body shook as his seed spilled into her.
Ian pulled out of her and slid down by her side. He wrapped his arm around her as they snuggled. His body was drenched with sweat and he felt so sated and satisfied, then someone pounded hard on the bedroom door.
“You all right in there?” his mother asked. “She hasn’t drunk you dry, has she?”
He burst out laughing, then his gaze met Sorcha’s. Her eyes were wide with a glazed, lust-filled look and her full, red lips were parted. A surge of need burned through him like a wild fire.
“Should I answer her? You did drain me.” He would never get enough of this woman, but she wasn’t human. He’d slept with a vampire. Not only that, but he had to have more of her.
“No, that’s your mother, show some respect.” Melodious laugher spilled from her still-swollen lips. “You are hardly drained. I think you’re ready to go again.”
With his arm still draped around her silken shoulders, he pulled her closer to him. He groaned as his erection pulled taut, hardening like a rock from just feeling her warm flesh against his.
“What I’m thinking is, you’ve been in here all day and it’s a beautiful, clear night. Come with me on a moonlight stroll.”
“Where will we go?”
“Somewhere we will not be disturbed.” He swung his bare legs onto the floor and bent down to grab his jeans and tee-shirt.
He caught her watching him as he pulled his clothes on, then slipped his large feet into his sneakers and laced them up. She raked her eyes over his entire body, examining the fit of his muscled flesh against his shirt and pants and shoes. His heart hammered. He knelt down and reached out to the silk gown, gathering it in his arms. As he stood, she threw back the covers. Her breasts bobbed as she leaned forward and pushed up to a sitting position. He swallowed hard. Mesmerized, he peered at her pink, flushed flesh as she swiveled toward him and swung her long, lean legs outward so her feet touched the ground. She stood before him. Her bare body swayed as she stepped forward and stopped in front of him. He inhaled a sharp breath.
She gracefully snaked out her slender arms and lifted the dress out of his hands. She slid the emerald tartan silk gown over her head. It flowed down her body, clinging to the curves of her breasts and hips. She slipped her small feet into her shoes and twirled across the floor ’til she reached the door and opened it. He walked behind her, his gazed latched onto her round ass, which she seductively swung to and fro as they entered the living room.
* * * * *
Not wanting to interrupt his mother, he waited for her to finish talking to his brother.
His mother tilted her head closer to Tavish, peering intensely at him. “I’ve told you many a time not to stay out all hours of the night drinking.”
Tavish held his arms akimbo. “That has nothing to do with what happened.”
“Yes it does.” His mother's lips thinned and her eyes grew sharper. “Any time you have seven boys and seven girls meet up after midnight, there’s going to be some sort of trouble. Put baobhan sith with it and this is what you get. The whole lot of you are lucky you weren’t shredded and all your blood spilled.” She clasped her hands together and cast her eyes upward as if thanking God.
His father arched his brow as he nodded at Tavish. “Did you set the cairn aright?”
“I put the stone back, good and tight.” Tavish slipped his hand in his front jeans pocket.
“Yes, but now we have a baobhan sith sleeping in our house, don’t we?” His mother huffed.
“Well, she has to sleep somewhere, dear.” His father’s head went from bobbing to shaking as he added, “I do not want her draining my cows of their blood, though.”
“What about your sons’ blood?” His mother spread her arms.
“Well, I do not want her drinking theirs either.” His dad cocked his head.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Ian’s mother flashed a sideways look at his father. She swung her head back, spotting Ian and Sorcha. Then she plastered a big smile across her face. “So, there you two are. You’ve been in the bedroom a while.”
“Mum, Sorcha and I are going out. I’m going to show her around the town.”
“You aren’t going out in the night alone with her, are you?”
“Yes.” As Ian walked away, he overheard his father say, “You have to be careful of what you say around the baobhan sith. They’ll sneak up on you.”
“Hush, she can still hear you,” his mother said in a rather loud whisper.
Ian turned and waved good night to them.
His father didn’t notice though, as he was speaking to his wife. “He can show her around all he likes, but I do not want her near my cows.”
* * * * *
The cow statement was the last comment Sorcha heard before she followed Ian outside. As he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his touch sent a warm shiver through her. Ian led her down the winding road.
Sorcha tried to put his father’s comment out of her head but it hung on, irritating her like an itch in a hard-to-reach place. “I do not drink from cattle.”
Ian tightened his arm around her. “Do not fret over anything they say. None of us do. Think of it as entertainment.”
Sorcha couldn’t help but laugh.
“We just listen to them for fun, their banter goes on for at least an hour, we call it the comedy hour.”
His warm smile made her tingle. His heated gaze was intense, as if his eyes fed on her. It sent her heart racing. The warmth of his arm, draped over her shoulder, felt so warm and bracing as they walked down the road. “Why are you looking at me like that? Like you want to eat me?” After all, she hungered for his blood, yet it seemed as if he’d become the hungry hunter and she the prey.
“The smartest thing Tavish ever did—kicking over that stone.”
Sorcha burst with laugher and he chuckled with her. She’d laughed so much since she’d met Ian. Still giggling, she put her arms around his neck. Her skin tingled where she touched him. His hot breath fanned her face as he chuckled. Ian’s laugh broke off. His eyes smoldered as he swept his head down and pressed his warm mouth to hers. She burned with the heat and taste of the sweet and salty wetness of his mouth. His kiss grew more demanding as he parted her lips with a thrust of his tongue. Tension coiled in the damp, needy place between her legs. She couldn’t repress the low moan that erupted from her. He released her lips and she turned her head away. Her body nearly shook with need for him, but her mind spun with turmoil.
She heard a voice in her head, “Run, get away from him. He’s enchanted you. You are the fey, he’s the human, you can’t fall under his spell. Leave now. Go to your sisters’ cairn and free them. Think of your sisters, not this human.”
Oh no, she thought, it‘s my sisters. The
y’re looking for me, reading my mind. They want to make sure I’m all right.
She bit her lip as she tried to think.
She gazed into Ian’s blue eyes, illuminated by the spark of passion. Her breath caught in her throat and she could barely speak. She wanted him, but… “You are human, I am fey. We should not be together. I belong underhill with my sisters. You live in the mortal world.”
“We’re both here now. Together.”
She thought, forget my sisters. They like it underhill. They need to stay there.
With their arms around each other, Sorcha and Ian continued down the road when they heard honking from a pickup truck full of people. The driver pulled up beside them.
One of the men in the bed of the truck yelled out, “Ian, come on. We’ll buy you a pint.”
Grinning, he turned to Sorcha. “These are friends of mine headed to the pub. Have you ever had whisky or beer?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I have tasted those drinks in human blood, they’re a bit like heather mead.”
“I’ve never had heather mead, but you do not know what you’re missing if you’ve never had a beer. Come on.”
His friends pushed the tailgate down and Ian climbed in, then gave Sorcha a hand up into the truck.
She sat beside him and stretched her legs out. When she leaned her back against the side of the truck, he stretched his arm across her shoulders and the back of her neck.
She felt so relaxed with him. “It is like a motorized wagon. I have seen these in the mortal realm.”
With one brow arched high and a gleam in his eyes, he laughed. “Are you saying you’ve never ridden in a truck before?”
“We have no need for such underhill.”
The girl sitting across from her flashed a wry smile. “Nice dress. So different.”
“Thank you.” She noticed the girl didn’t wear a gown at all but the same type of blue pants as Ian, called jeans. I need new clothes, like the humans wear, Sorcha thought.
The man with the shaggy brown hair, who’d called Ian into the truck, looked at him. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
Ian nodded. “This is Sorcha from underhill.”
“Underhill?” A girl in a white cardigan leaned forward. “I’m not sure I’ve heard of that. Is it near here?”
Sorcha shrugged. “Fairly near, but it’s very different.”
“Well, I’m Tammy and this is my boyfriend Jake.”
The short-haired man sitting next to Tammy wrapped his arm around her and said to Sorcha, “Nice to meet you.”
“I’m David.” The other man brushed the shaggy brown hair out of his face.
“Have you known Ian long?” Tammy flashed a bright smile.
Ian and Sorcha both answered at the same time. “No.”
“Ah, you’re the one we heard about.” David peered hard at her.
Tammy’s and Jake’s eyes grew wider as they gaped at Sorcha as well.
Sorcha said the only thing she could think of. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.”
Though the ride was bumpy, it wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. They came to a stop at the White Bull. Everyone spilled out of the truck. Ian helped her down and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. The warmth of his touch both comforted and excited her. The two who’d sat inside the truck, Rob the driver and Kate his girlfriend, introduced themselves to Sorcha. They all headed inside. From the moment they entered, people gathered around Sorcha, not gawking as she’d expected but smiling at her. Ian guided her to a table and his friends all pulled up some chairs. The barmaid served each one a frothy pint.
Sorcha cupped the glass in her hand and took a gulp. The thick, heady drink held a faint taste of salt. “It’s a little different than the heather ale underhill, but I like it.”
“I knew you would.” Ian reached out and pushed a wayward strand of hair away from her face.
Her skin tingled from the contact of his fingers brushing softly against her temple. She liked being with Ian. Her sisters would never understand, but she’d rather be here than underhill. She glanced around the pub, noisy, warm and filled with fun. She couldn’t help but smile at the happy people.
The girl with straight blonde hair, Tammy, leaned toward her. “Is it true you are a baobhan sith?”
Before she could answer, Jake asked, “How did you two meet?”
By the time Sorcha finished telling them the story of Tavish knocking over the stones of the fairy mound, she’d finished her beer. One by one Ian’s chums slapped him on the back.
David grinned at him. “I always knew you had it in you.” Then he turned his head toward Sorcha. “So now that he’s caught you, what happens next?”
“Well, now that I’ve caught her,” Ian’s lips parted further and drew into a round shape as he peered into her eyes with the gleam of passion. “I do not intend to let her go.”
A frisson of heat rippled through Sorcha. Her sisters would never understand, but she didn’t want to go. She intended to stay. “Since you captured me, I have to stay with you.”
“Good.” Ian’s eyes smoldered with fire as they clung to hers. “We never did get our dance,” he rasped.
“You aren’t going to throw up again, are you?”
His eyes twinkled with amusement. “No, not this time.” He flashed a sultry smile at her. “Let’s dance.” He stood and reached his hand out to her.
Sorcha pushed back in the wooden chair and rose. She entwined her fingers with his. As he led her onto the dance floor, she bumped into some people though she tried to squeeze by. She said, “Excuse me, excuse me,” several times before she reached the small wooden square.
“Now this kind of dancing, I can do.” He flashed a silly smile. “Sort of.”
Sorcha looked around. The couples were standing in front of each other, but they didn’t embrace. What type of dancing was this?
Ian grinned. “Just move to the beat, kind of shuffle your feet and sway.”
Sorcha mimicked Ian’s movements, shuffling her feet, bending her elbows and shifting her shoulders from side to side with the rhythm of the song.
“You’re a much better dancer than I am,” Ian said in her ear, trying to be heard over the loud music.
“The baobhan sith dance.” She laughed.
Ian nodded. “You’re my dancing vampire.”
Sorcha picked up on the chorus to the jukebox tune and sang some of the words aloud. “Tiny dancer in my hand.” She gazed at the light smoldering in Ian’s blue eyes.
He sang back, “Hold me closer, tiny dancer.”
Her heart beat with the pulse of the music. Then a new song began.
“Now this is a real old one.” Ian drew her into his arms. They snuggled together, moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. He sang, “Take my hand, take my whole life too.”
Swaying to the music, she sang with him, “For I can’t help falling in love with you.”
Just standing near him, she felt the heat of his body penetrated her already hot skin. His lips covered her mouth in a shivery kiss. An aroma, the odd mix of musk and garden-fresh cucumber, his scent, engulfed her. Sorcha suckled his wet, warm lips. Gently, he withdrew his mouth from hers. The delicious, addictive taste of his lips, which was mild yet with a slight tang, lingered on her tongue.
“You have to get home afore the sun comes up.” Slipping his arm around her shoulders, he clasped her tightly to his side.
She loved the warm, bracing feel of him. They walked back to the table where his friends sat.
“We need a lift back to the farm.”
“It’s too early for me,” Jim said.
“No, you know you have to get back for the morning milking.” Ian put his hand on his hip.
Jim grinned. “The cows can keep.”
Ian let out a deep, warm chortle. His laughter always made Sorcha want to purr.
“Well, I’m ready to leave.” Robbie, the driver of the truck, stood. “It looks like you and Sorcha will have the back to
yourselves.”
Ian nodded. “We can make do with that.”
She smiled at Ian as she, he, Robbie and Kate walked back to the blue pickup.
Chapter Three
Sorcha’s body felt so warm and soft against him as Ian wound his arm tighter around her. He told his friends he didn’t intend to let her go, and he didn’t. For a moment though, he wondered if he was crazy. He worked and lived on his family’s farm. He couldn’t keep a woman there. He’d need to get his own place. Ian sighed. How would he afford that? He glanced down at Sorcha’s hands. Her nails were normal now, but they could transform to talons instantly. She could claw him to death quite easily. Did she really care about him? Was that enough? Could he trust her not to rip him to shreds? His heart hammered from holding Sorcha close and his erection throbbed, but his mind told him he had a lot to think about.
Just as she began to climb into the back of the truck, Kate screamed.
“Oh no.” Sorcha looked around. Her sisters surrounded the truck. They held their arms out in attack mode, their nails extended like a wild cat’s claws.
“I see the sun did not kill you.” Tearlag swept her gaze up and down Sorcha’s body as if checking if she’d been harmed.
“We have been looking for you.” Murdina turned her arm so her palm faced up. She curled her fingers, beckoning to Sorcha.
“Ian shielded me from the sun when it rose.” She stepped toward her oldest sister. “How did you enter the mortal realm? They told me one of his brothers piled the stones back.”
“Mine were knocked loose, perhaps by a cow or sheep. I freed the others.” Fuamnach’s eyes were bright with eagerness, proud she had helped them all enter.
“We’ve been searching for you.” Mordag dropped her arms from the gesture of attack and set both her hands on her hips. “Calling into your mind.”
“You did not answer. We worried all day.” Aithbhreac shifted her arms and folded them across her chest.
“Come to us.” Eimhear tilted her dainty chin in the air.
“I’m glad you came for me. I thank you for that. I’d do the same for you. Please understand, I won’t come back with you.” She had to stop them. They were going to kill Ian’s friends. This wasn’t right. She’d do anything she had to for Ian. They would not hurt him. She’d kill them first. Her own sisters. “It’s not what you think, I am fine. I am happy. The human captured me. I belong to him now. I belong here. I chose to stay with him. You cannot change my mind.”
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